Tuesday, June 11, 2013

(good ol jr voice) good god! that's the fake mailbag's music!

"When I was young?  
I knew everything.
She was a punk who 
Rarely took advice.
Now I'm guilt stricken,
Sobbing with my head on the floor.
Stop a baby's breath, 
And a shoe full of rice.

I can't be held responsible --
She was touching her face.
I won't be held responsible --
She fell in love in the first place.

For the life of me?  I cannot remember,
What made us think that we were wise,
And we'd never compromise.
For the life of me?  I cannot believe
We'd ever die, for these sins --
We were merely freshmen.

My best friend took a week's
Vacation to forget her.
His girl took a week's worth
of Valium and slept.
And now he's guilt stricken,
Sobbing with his head on the floor.
Thinks about her now, and how he
"Never really wept", he said.

I can't be held responsible --
She was touching her face.
I won't be held responsible!
She fell in love in the first place!

For the life of me?  I cannot remember,
What made us think that we were wise,
And we never compromised.
For the life of me?  I cannot believe
We'd ever die for these sins -- 
We were merely freshmen ..."

-- "Freshmen" by The Verve Pipe, fitting when you consider it came out during my freshman year of college, I guess ...

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If Mr. Mellinger can bring you Twitter Tuesday every week, the least I can do is give you a fake mailbag every ... well, every so often.

As always, these are real inquiries* from you, to me, regarding what's on the site, or what's on your mind. 

Let's do this.

(*: if I counted right, eight -- eight! -- of these were legitimate emails, texts, or other queries delivered to me.  As someone who struggles for topics to write about at times, thanks?)

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* "Summer's here!  You're a grizzled veteran of the drinking process -- what's your favorite summertime libation?  Favorite summertime beer?" -- Anthony V, Overland Park.

Wow, starting off right away with a topic near and dear to my liver, if not my heart.

Your answers?  For beer, it's Sam Adams Summer Ale, without question.  Nothing else even comes close.  Honestly, other than Shiner Bock, I'm not sure there's a beer out there I love more than Sammy Summer Ale.  The only other beer in the discussion for "favorite" would probably be the Westin Brewing Co's Drop Kick Ale.

For libations, I mean, how can you top the one thing I make better than any other person in recorded human history?  A nice, chilled, on the rocks vodka tonic, with fresh lime(s) floating peacefully at the top of that potent cocktail*?  I also won't turn down a decent margarita (lime, not strawberry), and every so often, a sangria hits the spot.

But definitely -- Sam Adams Summer Ale, and a chilling, fresh, cooling vodka tonic.  Not gonna lie gang -- I'm starting this at work.  I might have to mosey across the street to Applebee's for a quick one-hitter at lunch.

(*: all libations made by me are made "Stevo Style" -- a minimum of 50% alcohol.  There's a reason a second guest room is getting opened at the pool -- three if you count the Stevo Memorial Couch in the basement. I'm guessing the bartender is the reason ...)

* "The Royals!  (Pause).  Should I drop the LL Cool J voice?" -- Heath C, Harrisonville.

I wouldn't call "it" (beating up on two awful clubs) a "comeback" ... but man, last night was encouraging.

I thought about posting over the weekend that this Tigers series is the biggest series the Royals have played since the Twins to open September 2003 when the two were tied for first ... but everyone knew 2003 was a lost cause at that point. 

If anything, you can argue last night's win was the biggest in 19 years, since the Monday opener against the White Sox in 1994, that kick-started the fourteen game winning streak, and took the Royals from 7 1/2 back to virtually tied for the wildcard when the strike hit.

Man, these guys have sucked for awhile ...

* "If your name was John Hammond, what do you do with your backcourt?" -- Brent S, somewhere in incorporated Johnson County.

Blow it up. 

Let's be realistic here.  The Bucks finished under .500 this year, got the eight seed by default, and weren't even remotely competitive in any of the games against Miami.  When you haven't won a playoff series since the Twin Towers were still standing, that's not a positive sign.  This team isn't going to get any better through player development.  No major free agent is going to sign to play in the most underrated fun city in America.  And they're drafting in no-man's land yet again.

The NBA, like the NFL, you either want to be on the rise, or completely crap out.  The Bucks are hovering.  It's time to crap out.  Don't resign Ellis, sign and trade BJ for the first decent offer to come along (hopefully for a first rounder), and build around Larry Sanders / John Henson (who wasn't half bad this season, to my surprise), and who I'd draft at 15, Shane Larkin of Miami (FL).

* "So who would you trade BJ to?  Or just let him walk as a restricted?" -- Drew K, Shawnee.

To me, there's one overwhelming landing spot.  A team that adding BJ, could push them over the top.  A team that, like Milwaukee, will always struggle to get top talent to come voluntarily to the market.

Your ... Indiana Pacers.

The Pacers have one huge liability -- DJ Augustin is the starting point.  I'd take Indiana's first rounder, plus Augustin and some other salary filler, and give BJ the contract he wants.  He instantly at least draws the Pacers equal with the Heat, and definitely puts them ahead of the Knicks, and probably the Bulls. 

Who says no?  Milwaukee shouldn't -- they're gaining an extra first (albeit in what many experts consider to be the worst talent-wise draft in league history), and the one thing John Hammond has consistently gotten right in his tenure, is the draft.  Indiana shouldn't -- they acquire a huge upgrade at the point for a washed up guard that's overpaid, and a draft pick that wouldn't see the court for two years anyways.  It's win-win.  That's what I'd do.

Which of course, means there is no way that's happening.

* "Loved the Friday Night Lights recap!  Great idea!  What's coming next?" -- Vineet T, Queens.

The number eleven ranked episode is in development, and should be up by Wednesday evening.  After that, I'm leaning number fifteen.  And fifteen is gonna take awhile to get through -- I'm going to be too busy laughing out loud to type.  That episode gave rise to so many catch phrases between me and my friends, that I'm telling you, it might take me a week to crank that one out, once I start it.

* "So last summer was an epic fail, Stevo.  No "Insert Ouncer Here" Tailgate!  What the f*ck?" -- Megan K, City Market.

Agreed.  My bad.

* "Don't make that mistake again!" -- Megan K, City Market.

Well, considering the whole reason the tailgate started was to mend a demolished friendship that currently is (once again) in the proverbial "punch bowl in Florida Evans' hands" phase, perhaps it is time to bring it back after a one-year hiatus.

I'll start looking.  I make no promises ... but I'm open to suggestions.

(ed: 7/11/13: "The Voice of Reason"'s original question, and said screen shot of the query, have been deleted out of respect for Dusty and Kellie, and out of acknowledgement of how wrong I was, to take our private fight, public.)

* "I know you read Twitter Tuesday.  I loved the "name six things you'd change in sports if you could" query.  Curious as to what you'd change in sports, if you were appointed the Sports Czar for a day." -- Gregg G, Bonner Springs.

That was my favorite query today as well.  Here's one thing I'd change in every major sport I care about:

Baseball: bring back the bullpen cart.  I could not agree with Mr. Mellinger more than I do about this.  To think that an entire generation of fans is growing up having never seen a bullpen cart in action, is just tragic.

Football: use fantasy football rules for field goals.  Three points from 39 yards and closer, four points from 40-49 yards, five points from 50 plus.  Not only could this infuse some added drama to close contests, it also opens up Pandora's box of decision making when you've got 4th and short in no-man's land (aka "between your opponent's 40 and 30").  Having to decide between trying to perfectly place a 38 yard pooch punt, or putting five points on the board is fascinating to me.  (Pause).  What?  (Pause).  Oh God.  I forgot.  But actually, isn't that yet another perk of this idea -- watching "Fat" Andy Reid trying to read his chart to figure out what to do?

Basketball: universal 24 second shot clock.  I'm looking at you, National Collegiate Athletics Association.

NASCAR: schedule changes.  I wouldn't change a thing prior to TNT taking over in early June, the FOX portion of the schedule is fine as it is.  The TNT and ABC/ESPN portion is a catastrophe. 

First, I'd swap Indy and Atlanta, moving Atlanta to late July, and Indy to Labor Day weekend, to restore the luster of the Brickyard race.  Second, I'd move the June Pocono race to Iowa Speedway.  Pocono having one race is bad enough; having two is a national nightmare.  Third, I'd swap Kansas' second race, and Sonoma.  There needs to be a road course in the Chase, and I miss my summer race weekend at the Speedway. 

Golf: ban Chris Berman from ever being allowed on a telecast.  Don't wait -- do it now, as in right now, as "in time to go into effect at Merion this weekend".  Just let him and Roger Maltbie enjoy a couple cold ones at the clubhouse, and if need be, let them think they're on the air.  Fake cameras and everything.  Just don't actually broadcast him. 

Hockey: in the words of Sunny Ledfurd: “not a god d*mned thing”.  Seriously, this Stanley Cup playoff has been beyond fun to watch.  Now if the Stars could just return to their late 1990s level of achievement …

* "Any great music you've gotten into lately?" – Ashley G, Bonner Springs.

Actually, I'm really liking these Florida Georgia Line guys.  "Get Your Shine On" is phenomenal.  Ditto "Dayum Baby".  Totally am digging "Even If It Breaks Your Heart" by Eli Young Band.  I know -- it's a year old, but I still loop it.  

But the one song I cannot stop listening to is "Angel Eyes" by Love and Theft.  Sweet merciful Jesus, I love this song.

Also looking forward to the upcoming August releases of Eric Church and Matt Nathanson's latest efforts.

And yes -- if you'd told 26 year old Stevo that 36 year old Stevo would have at least half of his iTunes consist of country music, and that 36 year old Stevo wouldn't be listening non-stop to Alt Nation or The Spectrum, I'd have laughed you out of the room.

* "What concerts are you hoping to make?" -- Katie H, Raytown.

Usually I'm down for 311 anywhere, anytime, anyplace, but I think I've just gone to too many of their shows to care this summer.  I wouldn't mind seeing Train.  Still bummed Kanrocksas crapped out; would have loved to see MGMT.  Other than that, I haven't even kept up on who all is coming.

Hell, I haven't even looked at Summerfest's lineup yet, I'm so far behind the curve thanks to "Stevo Held Hostage By Annual Audit"-gate.  Now in Day 12.

* “Spurs in five huh?  It’s got a chance!” – Damien J, Midtown.

Like I noted after the Spurs gutted out one of the great game one’s in Finals history: this series is either going to be like the Pistons / Blazers in 1990 (last gasp of a fading champion versus the presumed power team for the next five to six years when the proud champion prevails), or Lakers / Bulls in 1991 (last gasp of a fading champion versus the presumed power team for the next to five to six years where the emerging power demolishes the last gasp champ).  I’m leaning former rather than latter, but if the Heat win tonight, it’ll definitely be the latter.

* “Loved the TV Theme Song tournament!  I assume you saw your favorite television couple remade a classic that you inexplicably forgot to include in the field, right?  “Hart to Hart”’s omission was a bigger snub than anything done to you at the bowling alley bar this year Stevo!  Love ya!  Teammates forever!” – Penny H, Liberty.

And welcome to your Fake Mailbag debut girl!  An honor reserved only for the best of people.

And to answer your question: hell yes I saw it*!  Although the Simon and Simon remake with Adam Scott and Jon Hamm last year was funnier.  Just my opinion though.  I’ve been known to be wrong.  A lot.

(*: gratuitous yet justified pimping moment of the post: “Parks and Recreation”, NBC, Thursdays at 8pm ET / 7pm CT.  The best comedy on television, and nothing else even comes close.)

* “Regarding this TV Rewatch idea (which I assume you blatantly ripped off from Alan Sepinwall), how did you arrive at the shows you did?  I mean, some of them are obvious – any “Blue” fan would agree those two episodes are classics, and easily top five no matter whose list of favorites you’re looking at.  But why not “Voir Dior This”?  Or the pilot, arguably the most influential hour of television in the medium’s history?  Or “Closing Time”, when Sipowitz falls off the wagon after Andy Jr's murder?  How the hell did you narrow this list down to just 27?” – Frank L, El Paso.

Well, you’re the RTVF major who works in the industry … so let me try to explain how I arrived at the final twenty seven.  An episode got picked if it fit one of these five criterias:

1. favorite episode from one of my ten favorite shows of all time.  This applies to “Hearts and Souls”, “The Man Behind the Curtain”, “Heartland”, “The Thrilla Near the Vanilla Extract”, “Cries of Silence”, “Mud Bowl”, “A Matter of Mothers”, “Leslie and Ben”, “College” and “Made in America” (I couldn’t choose), and “Forever Blue” (10/27; 17 slots left).

2. it’s an episode from one of my ten favorite shows of all time, that at least is in the discussion for favorite episode status.  This applies to “The Son”, “What a Day For a Daydream”, “The Shape of Things To Come”, “Happily Ever After”, “Raging Bulls”, “Life Before His Eyes”, and “Baby Blues” (7/27; 10 slots left).

3. it’s an episode that any fan of that show, would concur, was a landmark, noteworthy episode for whatever reason.  An “all time classic”, if you will.  This applies to “Chuckles Bites the Dust”, “I Dream of Jesus”, “Two Cathedrals”, “JR’s Masterpiece”, and “The Accident” (5/27; 5 slots left).

4. it’s an episode that I love, not necessarily for any particular reason.  This applies to “2162 Votes”, the “Smash” pilot, and "The Wind That Blew My Heart Away" (3/27; 2 slots left).

5. because it’s my site, and what I pick, gets rewatched.  This applies to "The Merv Griffin Show" and "Cabin Fever" (2/27; 0 slots left).

Hope that helps.

* “What were the toughest omissions?  I know how much you love a good television show, surely there were some tough first-outs” – my mom, Lenexa.

In descending order, the five toughest omissions:

5. “PTV”, Family Guy.  Seth Macfarlane’s loving (and completely true) ode to the “fellas at the freaking FCC”.  I really, really, really am going to miss live-capping “You Cheeky Bastard”, “Dogs Humping”, and the cornerstone of PTV’s Tuesday night lineup, “The Peter Griffin Side Boob Hour”.

4. “Pine Barrens”, The Sopranos.  I’m not as into this episode as most Sopranos fans are, but Paulie and Christapha in the woods of south Jersey, chasing a Russian mobster, while subsisting on packets of ketchup, is pretty damned funny.

3. “Texas Forever”, Friday Night Lights.  As perfect a finale as imaginable – Saracen and Julie wind up together.  Coach gives up his hopes and dreams, and lets Mrs. Coach win.  (Seriously, the scene in the mall when Coach drops “will you take me with you to Philadelphia.  Please”, never fails to get to me).  Buddy gets his Dillon Panthers back.  And Tyra and Tim wind up as they were intended to be: best friends.  God I miss that show.

2. “The Chrismukkuh?”, The OC.  You all have no idea how tough it was to leave this one out, from The OC’s best season (its final one).  Whoever came up with pairing Ryan and Taylor, should go straight in on the first ballot into the Brilliant Ideas Hall of Fame.

But without question – (allard baird voice) without question – THE toughest omission:

1. “So-Called Angels", My So Called Life.  It’s been nearly twenty years since this episode first aired (December 22, 1994, per Wikipedia), and I still religiously watch this at least 5-6 times every time Christmas approaches.  What “It’s a Wonderful Life” or “A Christmas Story” is to some people during the holidays?  This episode is to me.  The whole final segment, from when Patty arrives at the cathedral, through the finish, is just so freaking good, it’s my holiday time go-to staple.

* “I’m scared to ask … but your thoughts on the IRS scandal?” – Jasson W, Shawnee.

Why would anyone be scared to ask?  (Pause).  What?  (Pause).  Oh.  Yeah.  I do (president bill clinton voice) loathe and despise Barack Hussein Obama.

My thoughts on it are this:

1. There isn’t a chance in hell itself the President didn’t know what was going on,
2. What occurred was without question – (allard baird voice) without question! – the single biggest abuse of power in this nation’s history, and
3. President Obama should resign, or be impeached.

Folks!  And I’m not using the Joe Biden voice here, but folks!  If what is alleged to have happened did occur, you do realize that the President of the United States, or at least operatives extremely loyal to him, directly affected the last election.  They targeted groups likely to not be aligned with the President, and made it impossible for them to attain tax-free status for fundraising purposes (while approving every left-leaning application with warp speed). 

I don’t care if you’re a Democrat, Independent, or Republican ... or liberal, centrist, or conservative (for the record, I am the first, and the center, for those two designations), this should outrage you.  Let me ask you this: if Mr. Bush had done this in 2004, when facing a difficult re-election against Senator Kerry, what do you think the reaction from the left (and the members of the media who lean that direction – I’m looking at you, MSNBC), what do you think their reaction would have been?  Justified outrage.

The head of the IRS visited the White House 157 times in the two years leading up to the election.  Care to guess how many his predecessor visited the Bush White House in 2003 and 2004?

Once.

Now, I will grant you, the implementation of the Affordable Care Act no doubt plays into the rise in number of visits … but shouldn’t that make you even more outraged?  Because now the IRS is going to be the determining body in who receives proper medical care in this country if you go on one of the exchange plans.  Do you think people who would do this with an election, would NOT do this with a conservative’s actual life and health?  If you truly believe that, then I’ve got some ocean front property in Arizona for ya.  From the front porch?  You can see the sea.  And if you’ll buy that?  I’ll throw the Golden Gate in free. 

The House must, as a matter of precedence, establish an independent council and investigation into this.  They have to.  If only because we all know, at some point, the nation’s going to toss the Obama folks to the curb.  Sorry you blind followers of Barry – it won’t last forever.  The nation threw out the New Deal.  They threw out the rising tide of President Reagan’s boats.  They threw out the Clinton economic boom of the 1990s before the crash had even begun in 2001.  Eventually a far-right regime will be in charge. 

And when they are?  If you don’t investigate and punish this now, then how can anyone on the left complain when they’re the target next time?


The IRS must be above politics.  This needs – and demands – a special investigator, with full prosecutorial powers.

Which means we'll get nothing, and like it.

* "OK, I'll bite.  How can a centrist Democrat -- using your words, not mine -- "loathe and despise" President Obama?" -- Brooke B, The District.

Well, couz, allow me to register my outrage at your moving on me.  No Summerfest for me this year.

Having noted that, it's because I believe in personal responsibility.  You create your own path in life.  It is NOT the responsibility of government to coddle you from birth to six feet under.  (Although to be fair, if the far left had it's way, you'd be coddled from the moment the condom broke, until Dr. Gosnell snipped your neck.)

I also attempt to be fair, and see both sides of an issue, before making up my mind on it, and I am willing to revisit an issue if I see a reason to change my viewpoint.  For the record this has happened twice.  Fifteen years ago, you wouldn't find a more strident supporter of abortion rights -- on demand -- than me.  Now, I oppose all abortion (although I would not overturn Roe v Wade, if enforced as originally written by Justice Brennan), on the grounds that it is murder.

And this year, I have changed my stance on gun control.  Both sides are no longer insane; only the NRA is.

* "So how are you the last one left standing in accounting at (company I work for)?" -- Everyone, Everywhere USA.

I have no godd*mned clue.

* "Bark!" -- Zeus, KCK.

My beef ain't with you, dude.  Your Meaty Bone supply line is still safe and/or secured.

* "Bark!" -- Zeus, KCK.

You're welcome.  But for the love of God, if I ever dog-sit you again, try not to break in the couch next time, ok?

* I choose to close with this, instead of the traditional close.

(ed: 7/11/13: I have deleted the original ending, due to my improper and absolutely unacceptable trashing of two friends.  I apologize for all of eternity, for my mistake from the original posting, by taking our private fight public.)

Wednesday, May 29, 2013

stevo looks back (at his twenty seven favorite episodes of all time). here's number three ...

(Mrs. Coach) Where would people park?
(Coach) I don't know.
(Mrs. Coach) And how would you put lights in here?
(Coach) I don't know that either.
(Mrs. Coach) Where would people ... pee?
(Coach) (getting irritated) Well I don't know!  They could use cups for all I care!  I, I don't know!"
(Coach) The cows agree with me, I don't see why you don't!
(Mrs. Coach) Sweetie, don't --
(Coach) The cows are more supportive than you are!
(Mrs. Coach) You know I'm supportive!  I'm just thinking, you know, you got a lot on your mind, you got this TMU thing, you know, lawsuit, you know -- this may not be the clearest thought you've had in awhile."
(Coach) I'm getting pressured into giving up my home field advantage right now.  I'm getting players who are receiving gifts, and I've got a whole damned town that's full of ... I don't know, they're ... they're money hungry.  The whole damned thing, it's --
(Mrs. Coach) I know, I know.
(Coach) I know.  All I wanna do is just ... I just ... close your eyes.  Pretend you're ten years old again.  You're just playing.  Just play.  I wanna play football.
(Coach and Mrs. Coach smile and kiss).
(Mrs. Coach) Where are you going?
(Coach) I'm gonna go to the truck and get some blankets.
(Mrs. Coach) (finally sees his vision)
(Mrs. Coach) You know Buddy Garrity's head's gonna explode (claps with joy)!  I love it!  I love it!
(and ... scene).

-- from "Mud Bowl", "Friday Night Lights".

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(jim nantz voice) Hello, friends.

Welcome to the first of a new saga of posts, where I am going to retroactively "live blog" my 27 favorite television episodes of all time.  The full list of what episodes are going to receive this special treatment, are listed below.  For the opening installment, I choose to recap and look back at my third favorite episode of all time.

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For the record, here are the twenty seven episodes I intend to live-blog / recap by the end of the summer.  (Which means, like my "Decade That Was" series that I intended to crank out in a month over two years ago, and still is only halfway completed -- peoples and peepettes?  Take what you can get, and be grateful.)

The list:

1. "Hearts and Souls", NYPD Blue.
2. "The Man Behind The Curtain", Lost.
3. "Mud Bowl", Friday Night Lights.
4. "Heartland", NCIS.
5. "The Thrilla Near The Vanilla Extract", Roseanne.
6. "Chuckles Bites The Dust", The Mary Tyler Moore Show.
7. "Cries of Silence", Hunter.
8. "Raging Bulls", NYPD Blue.
9. "The Son", Friday Night Lights.
10. "The Shape Of Things To Come", Lost.
11. "A Matter Of Mothers", Good Times.
12. "Happily Ever After", Lost.
13. "Leslie and Ben", Parks and Recreation.
14. "2162 Votes", The West Wing.
15. "I Dream Of Jesus", Family Guy.
16. "JR's Masterpiece", Dallas (reboot).
17a. "College", The Sopranos.
17b. "Made In America", The Sopranos.  What?  I couldn't decide.
18. "What A Day For A Daydream", Roseanne.
19. "Forever Blue", Cold Case.
20. "The Merv Griffin Show", Seinfeld.
21. "Pilot", Smash.
22. "The Rainy Day Women", The OC.
23. "Two Cathedrals", The West Wing.
24. "The Wind That Blew My Heart Away", One Tree Hill.
25. "Cabin Fever", Swingtown.
26. "The Accident", The Wonder Years.
27. "Baby Blues", Cold Case.

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"Mud Bowl", Friday Night Lights.
Season One, Episode Twenty.
First Aired: March 28, 2007.
Director: David Boyd.
Writer(s): Elizabeth Heldens and David Hudgens.
Run Time: 43 minutes.

Availability:
Netflix?  Yes.  The entire series is available.
Hulu?  This episode, no; seasons four and five, yes.
Youtube?  Yes, for $1.99.

Plot Summary: With the final game before the state championships looming, an unforeseen event jeopardizes the Panthers' home turf advantage.  Meanwhile, (Coach) Taylor fears his players are losing their grasp of the true spirit of football, so he tries to instill in them a love of the game.

Why I Love This Episode So Much: what, you mean other than the fact that this is without question -- (allard baird voice) without question! -- the coolest football game on film to ever be recorded, let alone air?  And somehow, the game itself -- which again, is (allard baird voice) without question THE coolest football game on film to ever be recorded, let alone air -- is totally overshadowed by not one, not two, but three "whoa! (brian griffin voice) what the hell?!?!?!" plot line developments in the final five minutes?  Gee, I cannot possibly imagine why I'd love this episode!

Seriously, if you have never given "Friday Night Lights" a chance?  THIS is the episode to watch.  I defy you to not be addicted to this show, after watching this episode.  It's that epically good.  And most "Lights" fans would argue this is, at best, the fifth best episode of the first season (after in some order, the pilot, "It's Different For Girls", "Black Eyes and Broken Hearts", and "State").

(late 1980s nbc announcer voice) And now, "Mud Bowl", from season one of "Friday Night Lights".

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* 0:01: the "previously" montage.  "Lights" set up the final four episode arc so perfectly, and successfully juggled so many story lines for so many characters, that you actually need one of these suckers with this show.  We're reminded that, entering the state semi-finals:

a. Coach has an offer to coach at TMU in the fall.
b. Julie is disgusted by the idea of moving again.
c. Tyra is attempting to do something noone in her family ever has (attend college).
d. Mrs. Coach is Tyra's biggest supporter, despite the fact that she hates that Tyra is Julie's good friend*.
e. Smash's girlfriend is bi-polar.
f. Riggins is nailing his neighbor (played by the always gorgeous Brooke Langton).
g. Street's lawsuit is threatening to take Coach down.
h. Lyla and Street's relationship has disintegrated.
i. Saracen is scared to death, and unsure of his capabilities.
j. Street is going to somehow mold Saracen into the leader he needs to be.

And that's just a recap!  And it doesn't even get into the subplots of the Riggins boys relationship (or utter lack of one) with their father; Mac's racist comment that nearly cost the Panthers their playoff opener when Smash and the other African-American players refused to suit up; Smash's steroid abuse, and Coach's shameful covering up of it; Julie and Saracen's developing relationship; and the latest new tunes from everyone's favorite band, Crucifictorious!

So we open the episode by further exploring which of the ten previous story lines?

0:43: Riggins waking up after having spent the night with Bo's mom.  See, this is win-win at its' finest: the ladies and gay dudes get to stare at Taylor Kitsch half-naked, the gentlemen and gay chicas get to stare at Brooke Langton (almost) half naked.  In the words of the great Nick Bakay: "advantage?  push.  We are all winners here".

(*: Alan Sepinwall has debated the QB1 / Coach dynamic far better than I could ever do ... but Mrs. Coach / Tyra's dynamic is at least as interesting as Coach's respect yet dislike of his meal ticket for the first three seasons of this show.  Mrs. Coach bars Julie from seeing Tyra as season one hits the midpoint.  She thinks so little (or so much?) of Tyra, that she asks her to coach the cheerleaders squad in the Powder Puff game (which only heats up the intensity of the Tyra / Lyla rivalry that is arguably "Lights" most underrated subplot).  And yet, as we hit the home stretch, Mrs. Coach is the only person who seems to believe in Tyra's capabilities.  Mrs. Coach is the one, along with Landry, who ... well, we'll get there as this recap goes along.  Intriguing dynamic, and yet another reason why "Lights" is the best TV show to debut in the last ten years.)

1:02: in case you doubt me that Brooke Langton is always gorgeous?  Fellas, she's not wearing make-up in this scene.  No make-up, and she looks like this:


Holy.  Mary.  Mother.  Of.  God.

(image credit: NBC Universal Studios, (c) 2007).

1:15: the Austin Chamber of Commerce obligatory shot, of Coach headed in to work while traversing the freeways of Austin.  Surprisingly, this works.

1:21: subplots (a) and (b) get visited, as Julie and Mrs. Coach begin a discussion over Coach's decision he has to face: stick around Dillon and coach the Panthers, or pursue his dream, and jump to the college ranks, uprooting the family once again?  I should note, there are only two storylines "Lights" did in the first season I didn't care for -- anything and everything having to do with Ray "Voodoo" Tatum, and "is Coach staying or going".  Peter Berg (the executive producer) and his writers fixed the Voodoo debacle in a very satisfying way as season one ended.  They botched the "Coach to TMU" storyline so badly, that they were still trying to fix it when "the season that shall not be named" was winding down ten months later, and never did really satisfactorily resolve it, until the closing moments of season three.

1:40: Mrs. Coach: "Honey, I don't know.  I'd say 80/20 (odds on staying or leaving)."  Julie: "80 percent we're staying, or 80 percent (dad) takes the job in Austin?"  Mrs. Coach: "Honey, I don't have time to even think up statistics like that".

And Mrs. Coach never answers the question.

1:55: the last 35 some odd seconds have been nothing more than a mother / daughter chat about what job dad is going to have ... and admit it, it's riveting television.  "Lights" dialogues were so direct, so honest, and sadly, so unique to the genre, that they're noticeable.

2:05: cut to Coach on the drive in, listening to Sammy Meade's sports talk show as picturesque suburban Austin is shown off in the background.  Should also probably note, to anyone who is asking the "wait a second, this is just high school football!  What kind of a community goes this loco for high school football!" question?

Like with everything else, "Lights" nailed reality as it is.  If anything, "Lights" underplayed how huge the sport is in our nation's greatest state.

2:15: cue Coach driving past QB1 Saracen practicing ... with QB1 Street, trying to learn as much as he can, with the semi-finals now a mere two days away.  It's the little things "Lights" does that make it so epically good.  Look at what the first 150 seconds of this episode have showcased: a dude waking up and staring at his lover for a few wordless moments; a mother and daughter talk about ordinary mundane stuff; and Coach driving around town.  And it's working spectacularly well.  God I love this show.

2:27: Saracen's ready to puke from working out so hard ... and Street is ragging him.  "You know, there's a lot of things I could be doing Saracen.  Reading the paper, watching Oprah.  Is there something wrong with Oprah, Saracen?" / "No, I like Oprah".

2:45: "If you don't watch it, you're gonna be eating turf all night.  Do you want that?" / "No, I, I don't want to eat turf."  (In case you can't tell, QB1 Saracen is my favorite character, because he's a total smart ass at times ... and completely oblivious the rest of the time.  (Pause).  What?  (Pause).  Yes, I know who that sounds like!)

2:55: Street's teaching Saracen how to avoid the rush.  (jim nantz voice) It's called "foreshadowing"!

3:07: Coach finally arrives at school.  I wish I had a job where my commute was less than two and a half minutes.

3:16: "Y'all don't mind if I park here, do you?"  I love Coach.  He's the best.  Pure smart assishness.  If assishness is a word.  And on this site, it is!

3:24: "Setting up shop a little early, aren't you?" -- Coach, to a booster running a t-shirt sale that is taking place in his parking spot.

3:26: "Can I interest you in a t-shirt?"
3:27: "No."  Delivered with a "you have got to be blanking kidding me" look of disgust by Coach.  He's the best.
3:28: "How about a picture?"
3:29: (Coach turns away in disgust)

3:30: Buddy!  Proudly showing off his new Garrity Motors advertisement in the stands of Panther Field.

I should probably note -- the Buddy Garrity character is the one that improved the most over season one.  Buddy starts out as an arrogant, aloof booster, whose only concern in life is Dillon Panthers football.  By episode ten, his daughter's been outed as a sleazy cheater who hooked up with Street's best friend (Tim Riggins) while Street was laying paralyzed in a hospital.  By episode fifteen, Ol' Buddy's gettin' it on with Tyra's mother, who he hires as his secretary despite the fact that she doesn't even know how to type.  By episode twenty (this one), Tyra's mom has outed Buddy as a serial cheater (at their church, no less, via an epic meltdown after Sunday services), his wife has kicked him out, his son and daughter (not Lyla, the other one) want nothing to do with him, and Lyla has done hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of damage to his dealership (when she discovered that Tyra's mom wasn't Buddy's first adult relationship with a woman he wasn't married to).

And somehow?  You wind up loving the guy.  Reason 1,375,638,932 why "Lights" is the best TV show to debut since the turn of the century.

3:33: the look on Coach's face says it all:



3:35: "That's spectacular Buddy!"  (adam west voice) Pure.  Smart ass.

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3:37: Buddy is genuinely impressed with his new sign.  Hang on, we're coming back to this in about ten minutes.

3:45: Saracen is getting ready for practice, opens up his locker and well, what do we have here?  It's cash!  In an unmarked envelope!  Now what sleazy car salesman would leave a decent amount of $50 bills in the starting quarterback's locker?  (Buddy!)

3:46: in true QB1 fashion, Saracen doesn't know what to do.  When in doubt?  Do what everyone does: go talk to Mrs. Coach!  Or, if she's not available, just talk to Coach.

3:55: "Good morning gentlemen!  Let's get after it!"  Coach is in his element!

4:06: Coach walks into his office, takes one look at Mac (his offensive coordinator) wolfing down a sandwich, feet propped up on a table, watching the upcoming opponent's head coach being interviewed, and deadpans "what the hell is this?"

4:13: Brant head coach: "The Panthers are a fine team.  It's going to be an honor to play with them."
4:14: Coach: "oh, he's full of crap."

4:17: Coach, to Mac: "can I ask you this -- what the hell are you doing?  Is this where you're now living or something?  You're sitting here eating, spilling food all over the place --"
4:18: Mac, to Coach: "well good morning to you too!"

4:22: Coach, to Mac, while looking out the window: "have you looked out here lately?  You'd think we were playing the damned Super Bowl."

4:32: "I'm glad they're excited.  I just wish they cared about winning as much as making a buck."

4:33: enter Buddy Garrity.

4:38: Coach, to Buddy: "hey, that's the most fantastic logo I've ever seen!"  (adam west voice) Pure.  Smart ass.

4:43: "That's an incredible, impressive piece of art".  And Buddy, clueless -- he has no idea that coach is mocking him and his sign.

4:49: Buddy asking Coach for a couple sideline passes.  Not for him -- but for a couple large fleet dealers coming in for the game.

4:55: need a distraction, need a distraction, looking around for Mr. Conway Twitty ...

4:56: enter Matt Saracen.  Coach, grateful for a reason to get out of dealing with Buddy's ticket requests, shoos him off by noting "I gotta speak to my quarterback".

5:21: Coach looking at the envelope of cash, clearly not happy with this development, promising that "I'll take care of this, don't worry about it."  And then ...

5:22: BOOM!  We got us an explosion!  No, really -- the window panes even blew up!

Coach looks around, trying to comprehend how yet another distraction or disturbance has fallen on his preparation for the game, and then asks the obvious.  "What the hell was that?"  Good question Coach.  Better go outside and find out.

5:38: Coach looks at the rising cloud of dark smoke, puts his hands on his waist and ... scene.



Cue the theme.

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5:39: I love this theme song, by the way.  I love everything about it -- the images, the sound, the fact that there are no lyrics.  Like the show itself, everything in it is just perfect.

6:23: we come back to Street and his parents fighting over the settlement conference coming up later that day.  (For those of you who never watched the show, a quick background -- Street was the starting QB for the Dillon Panthers, an all-state stud who could write his ticket to any college he wanted.  In the pilot episode, he broke his neck attempting to tackle a defender returning an interception he threw.  Street is now pretty much paralyzed from the waist down, a condition that never improved as the seasons went along.)

6:50: we find out what caused the windows at Dillon High to shatter, and black smoke to rise ominously into the air: a train derailment, that occurred right next to the football field.  Hang on -- this development, a seemingly throw-away detail, is going to give rise to what makes this episode so outstanding, so fantastic.

7:08: the principle, to the stunned students: "I don't wanna give you mixed signals, but we do have some reason for alarm".  No -- a train just derailed and spilled out toxic chemicals that are lingering in the air, but there's no reason whatsoever for alarm.

7:18: principle again: "I have been talking to the police, and I have been informed, that until they get a handle on what's going on out there, that they're going to have to evacuate the school.  Now that means y'all are gonna be able to go on home". Cue wild applause from the student body, who, it should be noted, are literally standing mere feet from a chemical explosion / spill deemed so bad, that they've been told to evacuate the premises.  Educators: dumber than the kids since ... when the hell did President Bush sign No Child Left Behind into law, 2001?  Educators: dumber than the kids since 2001!

7:32: Coach: "Listen up, football players -- we will have practice today."  Damn skippy.  Not even Three Mile Island would prevent a Texas high school football team, from practicing.

7:48: the hug Julie gives QB1 Saracen draws a great "oh sh*t, my daughter's totally banging that guy" look of horror out of Coach ... even though we're still two years away from Saracen and Julie finally hooking up.  So let me say this: reasons one through about fourteen million why I never want children?

Is Julie Taylor.

8:13: the smirk on Saracen's face, coupled with the "you caught me" look on Landry's, totally captures how awesome their relationship is.  And that scene you just watched?  Sets in motion the events that led to "the season we dare not acknowledge exists".

To say nothing of the closing scenes of this episode.

8:20: "Look, I get it.  You don't want to date a nut job".  (vice president biden voice) Folks?  If SHE thinks she's a nut job?  She's most assuredly a nut job!

8:40: oh no.  Oh no.  Of ALL the people for Waverly to randomly wind up next to, to b*tch about her issues with Smash ... she would pick the only girl on this show, who's at least as loony as she is.  Lyla, meet Waverly.  Waverly, Lyla.

And because all crazy chicas manage to find each other, where, pray tell, would you want to see a girl with serious anger management issues (Lyla), and serious mental health issues (Waverly), where would you want to see them wind up, to "take out their frustrations"?

9:16: hell yes, they're shooting guns off in an abandoned ravine area!  Texas: Our Crazy Always Trumps Your Crazy!!!

(and yes, I am fully aware, that Texas is where I went to school, where I never wanted to leave, and where I just interviewed not even eight weeks ago, to move back to.  What can I say -- I feel like I'm in my natural habitat with those folks.)

9:37: Landry randomly reading a sexual self-help book, in the library, as he just happens upon Tyra, NEVER fails to make me laugh.  Only Landry would grab "Our Bodies, Our Selves" to hit on a girl.

10:22: "I really think you need the A-Team on this, and you've got Mr. T standing in front of you.  And the T stands for ... Tyra's Algebra Tudor".  There are not words that can do this scene justice.  Only a picture:


My God, I think it's working!

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10:43: I'll say this: when your last four scenes have contained as either the focal point, or the co-focal point, Aimee Teegarden, Minka Kelly, Adrienne Palicki, and Brooke Langton?  You don't need Mr. Conway Twitty as a convenient distraction.

11:21: "I hear those Vikings boys bring the wood!" -- Brooke's co-worker, as she is trying to get Riggins to understand that in a small town, a high school sophomore nailing a bank teller twice his age, is probably not something she wants to get around said small town.

11:55: Saracen can't even grab his helmet back from a kid.  Not a good sign barely 48 hours away from the biggest game of his life.

12:22: "Matt Saracen found $200 in his locker.  Now who else (is Buddy bribing)?  Nobody else?  Nobody?  Not in your locker, not at your home, not at school, nowhere, anytime?  (Continued silence).  Boy that must really piss you off, Smash!" -- Coach Taylor.  He's the best.

12:50: Buddy and her honor, the Mayor of Dillon, have shown up to let Coach know the bad news: his stadium is unplayable due to the accident.  (scooby doo voice) whroot whroo!

13:17: the tour of various other high school facilities in the region begins.  Our first stop?  A high school recommended by the Brant coach.  Coach's brilliant take-down of this sleazy attempt to steal home-field advantage from him: "I already saw the damned Vikings flag in the locker room.  I know you train here, you probably practice here.  Let me ask you, does your brother, does he run the clock up there too?"  He's the best.

14:10: Buddy is ... uuh, not happy, at Coach's decision to pass on whatever school's stadium they were at.

14:23: Coach: "You know, why don't you just go on out to Herrmann Field and call it the Garrity Bowl."
14:24: Buddy (completely serious): "Are naming rights available?"
14:25: Coach:


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14:38: Coach: "my players have been receiving gifts.  Cash gifts.  You know anything about that, (heavy sarcasm and disgust voice) Buddy?"  Coach.  He's the best.

15:20: Lyla, to Smash: "you'd better be careful -- she's a good shot!"  Let's just say, Smash is about as excited at the prospect of a crazy bi-polar Texan handling a rifle, as I am.  Meaning "aw HELL no!"

15:42: Smash, to Lyla: "she's bi-polar, and she hasn't been taking her meds.  And that means ... well, I don't know what the hell that means.  But she damned sure shouldn't be shooting guns!"  (leroy jethro gibbs voice) Gee, ya think?

16:02: Coach: "That's not answering the question".  And pan to a lovely scene of Buddy peeing on the side of the road.  Well, he is technically answering a question -- number one or number two ...

16:16: Buddy: "I think we should be focusing on where we're gonna play the football game.  Do you have any idea where we're gonna play the damned football game?  You got a Plan B here for me?"

16:20: He has an idea:


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16:22: the laugh.  Coach's knowing "oh this is gonna be sweet!" laugh.  He's the best.

16:24: Buddy does NOT look happy.

17:35: Tyra: "Uum, if you're not doing anything on Friday, maybe we could --"
17:36: Landry: "Yes".
17:37: Tyra: "-- get together and study".

I've said it before, and I'll say it again: there is NOTHING good about being premature, in anything in life.

17:54: Coach arrives home, and he's ready to sell his idea to Mrs. Coach.  As he walks into the main room, Mrs. Coach is watching TV and it's on a commercial for Buddy Garrity's dealership.  Coach: "you need to turn that thing off right.  now."  And ... scene.  He's the best.

19:30: the scene quoted verbatim to open this post, concludes:


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19:40: Coach takes the team to a hardware store.  He's building his Field of Dreams.  In the words of Teri Hatcher's character on "Seinfeld": "it's real, and it's spectacular".

20:15: Coach and Street's first conversation since the lawsuit was filed.

21:01: Saracen is so nervous, he can't even pick up a rake.  Not a good sign.

21:12: the Lyla / Street showdown we've waited twenty episodes to witness, is about to go down.

21:58: Street FINALLY blows up at her.

22:39: Uuh, I'd say the engagement's off.

23:18: Buddy makes damned certain Coach knows that he's aware of TMU's offer.  Also, this might be the only time, save for the final season, when Buddy uses his pair ... and is right.  This was a horrible idea.  Which is probably why I love it so much.

23:26: Saracen giving Landry crap while he's in the barber shop prepping for his "date" with Tyra.  So me and "The Voice of Reason", or me and Jasson, or me and The Champ, back in the day.  (And you were Landry, right -- the one who finally scores an opportunity after striking out for ages?)  Hell yes I was.  (everyone voice) Was?!?!?!

23:57: Landry: "oh, that's really cute.  I'm really laughing on the inside", as he's struggling to not laugh on the outside at Saracen's mocking him.  This scene is just phenomenal.

24:20: central Texas' two wackiest broads are together again, this time in a car.  And Lyla lets it out, that she and Smash have talked.  This isn't going to end well.

24:55: cue Waverly's mental breakdown in front of the Tasty Freeze.  Good Lord, Smash.  Run.  To quote Frasier Crane from the "Cheers" finale: "Run (Smash)!  Run!  Run like the wind!"

24:59: boyfriend and girlfriend ... or pimp and prostitute?  You make the call:


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25:50: I'd say this relationship just reached done-zo status too.  Again, Smash -- run!  Run like the wind!

26:14: our first look at the Riggins brothers in tonight's episode!  Always a good time with those two.

26:20: Billy to Tim: "I might not have a PhD in stupid like you do, but I'm gonna tell you right now, this is gonna turn out badly".  Yeah, because 16 year olds hooking up with single mom's in their 30s ALWAYS ends well.

Especially when your brother is nailing the same single mom in her 30s, that you are, Timmy.

26:30: the seeds for Coach's departure (twice!) as the series went along?  Are sewn in our next scene, the conference regarding Street's family's lawsuit against the school district and Coach.  The school district is prepared to throw Coach under the proverbial bus.  Sleazy, guys.  You don't f*ck with Coach Taylor.

26:46: actually, the sleaziest guy in the room, is the Street family attorney, bar none.  Because anytime you can emphasize putting "that boy right there, in his wheelchair, on the stand" multiple times in a single conversation?  You're sleazy.

26:59: Street has had enough.  "Is that all I am here?  Huh?  Just some cripple boy you can wheel out in front of a jury and make some money off me?"  Uuh, yes?

27:05: "You talk about loss earning capacity like I'm some brain dead idiot who's never going to get a job again!"

27:12: "Seriously, mom?  Dad?  I know it's been hard on you guys, but we are not here to win the damned lottery!"

28:02: sleazy school district lawyer: "I think we can live with this".  Damned skippy you can.

28:05: Street's family's attorney, upon seeing his Jim "The Texas Hammer" Adler sized ambulance chasing payoff get whizzed away thanks to the integrity and character of his client:


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Well, with that debacle resolved, time to deal with the proverbial "elephant in the room" -- where the hell is this state semi-final football game gonna get staged?

28:17: the sleazy Brant coach is upset that he isn't gonna get to steal home field advantage.


Coach?  Trust me.  You don't f*ck with Eric Taylor, and live to tell about it.

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28:58: Coach: "Well I'm just curious about what your problem is, Brandon".
29:02: Brant Coach: "Well typically?  What goes along with a football game?  Is a football stadium."
29:08: Coach: "Yes sir."
29:09: Brant Coach: "You know, with good goal posts, and something that's not battery operated for a scoreboard!"
29:13: Coach: "Oh, I get it.  You have a problem coming down here without your fancy stadium, and your high tech gear, because you're going to get your keysters beat.  What I'm saying is?  It's football!  It's a football game!  What you need for a football game is a football field, 22 kids, and a pigskin!

29:54: Coach gets what he wants:


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30:30: announcer: "Good evening football fans, and welcome to the most talked about game in the state of Texas!  We are playing this game in a cow pasture for lease!  Not since the days of the leather helmet have we seen this here in Dillon!"

Damned skippy.

31:05: the lights work.

31:06: the bad guys:


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31:08: our heroes:


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A field, 22 guys, and a pigskin.  (president george w. bush voice) Mission Accomplished!

31:12: Dillon calls tails, wins the toss, opts to receive.

31:14: those sneaky Brant bastards!  Pulling the onside kick to open the game!

31:28: 6-0 Brant.

31:36: if looks could kill?  Coach Taylor just killed Brant's coach.

31:43: those sneaky Brant bastards!  Going for two on the first PAT attempt!

31:46: 8-0 Brant.

31:55: it's ok -- I want to b*tch slap him too:


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31:58: it starts raining.

32:05: Landry's car won't start.

32:17: Landry begins to attempt to figure out what's wrong with said car ... in a driving rainstorm.

32:21: Landry, to God: "Thank you!"  Sorry, forgot to add the "pure sarcasm voice" for that one.

32:26: Tyra arrives at the Tasty Freeze, as it's really beginning to rain.  This folks, is not setting up to end well.

32:34: Tasty Freeze customer: "Why aren't you at the game?"
32:36: Tyra: "I got an algebra exam next week."

32:45: gratuitous "Minka Kelly soaked by rain" Snag-It shot.  You're welcome:


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32:50: still 8-0 Brant, 3:52 to play in the first half.

32:52: here's how wet the field is: Riggins takes the handoff on 2nd and 14, loses it while going down, and it literally slides across the entire damned field, finally landing out of bounds.  The ball hydroplaned.  That's sweet.

33:08: approaching halftime:


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33:14: Saracen audibles.  Note: these rarely end well.

33:24: interception, Brant.

33:33: ladies and gentlemen, Coach is pissed.

33:41: Saracen's support?  The man he replaced, Jason Street.

34:10: Riggins converts a fourth and one right before the half.  You can feel it coming ...

34:13: "We have got ourselves a Mud Bowl here folks, and this crowd is loving it, and so am I!"  A-blanking-men.

34:23: Saracen.  Smash.  Touchdown.  On a beautiful, absolutely gorgeous play-fake screen to the back coming over the middle.  For those of you who argue "that's ridiculous; that play would never work", uuh guys?  That's the exact play the Chiefs ran against the raiders in 2005 -- Trent Green play fake, check down to Larry Johnson, who took it from midfield to the one with 0:03 left.

LJ scored on the next play to win the game, 27-23.

"Lights'" realism at times is (properly) called into question.  This time, they stole an actual play every Chiefs fan can recall instantaneously.

34:54: they're going for two.  A move I completely agree with.  You ALWAYS try to tie if the opportunity exists.

35:04: Smash.  End zone.  Tied at 8 reaching the half.

35:09: shady officials asking for the head coaches.  No.  This numb nuts cannot cancel this game.  No.  No.  No!!!!!!!

35:19: the announcer: "this field is a home field by the truest sense of the word.  It was hand built by Coach Taylor and these players, so that these Dillon fans and this town could enjoy one last home game."  Let's just say, Sammy Meade wants to keep playing.

35:29: QB1 Saracen: "Coach!  Coach!  We WANT to PLAY!"

35:32: sleazy Brant linebacker: "Yeah!  We want to play too!"

35:37: head official: "ok.  You guys wanna play, we'll play".  Well of course!  If you didn't cancel a game with (literal) riot like conditions four episodes ago to open the playoffs, you sure as all hell aren't gonna let a little monsoon wipe out a contest!

35:49: your field conditions at halftime:


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35:51: back to the Tasty Freeze, where Tyra is still waiting on Landry to show up.

35:54: and she is pissed.

35:58: Tyra decides to give up waiting on Landry.

36:06: "Drive safe out there; it's pouring".  (jim nantz voice) It's called foreshadowing.

36:21: tied at 8, with over 8 minutes to play, in a freaking monsoon, Brant's head coach opts to try a 40 yard field goal.  (Pause).  Even Norval Eugene Turner is shaking his head in incredulity at this brain fart.  I mean, clearly -- clearly! -- eschewing a 4th and short to try a 40 yard field goal in the remnants of a hurricane, is a BRILLIANT idea.

36:23: "ooh!  He goes down!"


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36:30: Tyra sprinting for the truck, and "friendly dude from Tasty Freeze" is so friendly, so kind, so caring and understanding, that he's out in the rain, returning a notebook she left behind.

36:35: oh no.

36:36: oh no.

36:37: oh no!

36:38-37:01: oh HELL no!

37:11: "this is our dirt!"  Well, technically, you leased it ... but we'll go with it.

37:16: (blood beginning to boil ...)

37:25: HELL YES!  I'm telling you, that's literally what I yelled out the first time I saw this episode (the night it premiered), as Tyra stabs her would-be rapist in the eye with the car's cigarette lighter.

37:26-37:42: Tyra beating the crap out of this guy, is one of the greatest moments in television history.  You go girl!

37:43: Street.  Saracen.  Season on the line.

37:48: tied at 8's, :35, :34, :33 remaining ...

37:54: Smash ...

38:06: ... idiotically fails to get out of bounds.

38:10: Landry finally arrives for his date.  Tyra is disheveled, attempting to grab her stuff from the parking lot, in a freaking monsoon.

38:27: for one brief moment, this storyline had potential:


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38:29: 0:19 seconds remain.  Tied at 8.

And the clock is ticking ...

38:48: spike the damned ball!

38:51: oh no.

38:52: oh no.

38:53: oh no!

38:54: (cue every Jets fans voice remembering the Marino fake spike game) OH HELL NO!

38:56: Riggins decapitates a Brant linebacker!  Saracen's still upright and ambulatory!

39:01: Saracen avoids a tackle!  He's at the ten!  He's at the five!

39:03: he's diving!

39:05: TOUCHDOWN DILLON PANTHERS!

39:19: (sammy meade voice) OUR!  DILLON!  PANTHERS!  ARE!  GOING!  TO!  STATE!!!!!

39:20: (cue wild celebration)

OK, let me stop here for a moment.  If it gets a little dusty in the Casa de Stevo here over the next 30, 45 seconds of this episode, I swear -- it's allergies.  It's dust.  I swear to God, I am NOT crying because of the scene about to play out ...

39:43: Smash leading the team in prayer.  The rain has stopped.

39:52: the smirk on Coach's face in the post game handshake with the Brant coach.  Suck it, Brant head coach dude.  Suck it.

40:11: Smash celebrating.  That's not the moment that gets to me.

40:14: Street celebrating.  That's not the moment that gets to me.

40:18: the Riggins brothers celebrating.  That's not the moment that gets to me.

40:21: Julie takes the field.  We're close.  We're damned close.

40:24: Julie tackles Saracen.  (Pause).  It's damned dusty in here, now that you mention it.

40:26: who let all this damned ragweed in the room?  I mean really, it's like a freaking grass clipping factory in here, my eyes are so watery:


(image credit: NBC Universal Studios, (c) 2007).

40:27: "I'll always love you, no matter what happens".  Good God, can you please remove that bee factory, the pollen count is killing me here!

40:29: I'm not kidding -- who dropped me square in the middle of a dairy farm?  I am hurting right now to avoid tearing up from every allergy I have:


(image credit: NBC Universal Studios, (c) 2007).

40:32: when QB1 rolls her over into the mud, man.  Man oh man oh man, what I wouldn't give to love someone like that.

40:43: I like cocky Smash Williams.

40:58: the awkward moment when the age-inappropriate fling you're having's son asks you if you're staying over tonight in front of his mom.  Tim Riggins everyone!

41:08: Tyra.  Landry.  The Tasty Freeze.  The aftermath.

41:15: Landry gets up, doesn't say a word, just grabs a chair and pulls up next to her.

41:23: this:


(image credit: NBC Universal Studios, (c) 2007).

41:24: cue the tears.

41:40: cue the friendship:


(image credit: NBC Universal Studios, (c) 2007).

41:42: cue every fan at the game enjoying the Mud Bowl.

41:48: Mac, to Coach: "West Cambria won tonight.  Looks like we got Voodoo in the final."
41:53: Coach, to Mac: "Go figure."

42:02: Coach, to Street: "Matt Saracen was a different quarterback tonight.  That was a good job."

42:23: "Did you ever think about coaching?"

And ... episode.

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I hope you enjoyed this.  Feel free to provide some feedback in the comments, or hit me up on email, Facebook or Twitter.

And if you never caught "Friday Night Lights", please -- schedule 22 hours to watch season one in its entirety.  I have changed "The Voice of Reason"'s mind on something exactly once, and it was on this show, and how great it is ...

Wednesday, May 22, 2013

whoa! a real life update!

"And when I see the sign that points one way?
The lot we used to pass by every day?

Just walk away Renee!
You won't see me follow you back home!
The empty sidewalks on my block are not the same --
You're not to blame.

From deep inside the tears that I'm forced to cry?
From deep inside the pain that I chose to hide?

Just walk away Renee!
You won't see me follow you back home!
Now as the rain beats down upon my weary eyes?
For me it cries ..."

-- "Walk Away Renee" by The Left Banke.

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Well, this has been an eventful last seven days.  Since one thing I strive for on this site is brutal honesty*, and since I view writing as therapeutic**, I might as well work out my conflicted feelings for you all to read.  Good?  OK.

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(*: I have not heard one word of feedback from the two people this was aimed at.  (Pause).  What?  (Pause).  No I didn't expect to hear from them!  They haven't explained a damned thing in 273 days and counting!  Why start now?)

(**: it's write, or (eric church voice) drink a little drink, smoke a little smoke.  (Pause).  (brett kane voice) aw!  sh*t!)

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Six major game-changing / life-altering / "what the hell?" moments have gone down in my life over the last seven days.  Let's hit 'em in order from "best development" to (peter griffin voice at seeing ernie the giant fighting chicken) "OH CRAP!"

6. My dad made it back from my cousin's graduation.  Normally, mid-May, coming back from the Gulf Coast to KC isn't a ... what?  (Pause).  Oh my God, yes.  Yes, yes, yes!  Ladies and Gentlemen, the Vice President (for how much longer?) of the United States.  Mr. Biden?

(joe biden voice) Folks!  Normally, a ten hour drive from Corpus to KC in the middle of May is NOT a "big f*cking deal"!  A three letter word -- deal!

This week?  It was, because as we are all aware, Oklahoma City is dealing with one of the greatest natural disasters of my lifetime, due to the tornadoes that rolled through that fine urban area on Sunday night and Monday afternoon.

5. My co-worker who is battling cancer, returned to work full time a week ago tomorrow (Thursday).  A wonderful day, right?  Uuh ... hang on, we're getting back to this in a few more paragraphs.

4. My cousin graduated from TAMU-Corpus Christi on Saturday.  With a degree in (I think) marine biology.  So congrats to Zach, who in true Stevo's Family fashion ... wasn't sure this day was gonna happen, as recently as a week ago.

And so, the last of "my" generation of family, has finally entered the real world.  Here's how diverse we all wound up:

* I graduated from TCU, and work as a reinsurance accountant.
* My brother graduated from John Brown, and works as a claims manager for an insurance company.
* My sister-in-law graduated from KSU, and works for the KCK school district as a special ed coordinator.
* My cousin Brooke graduated from Ithica, then with a law degree from Notre Dame, and works for the Justice Department.
* My cousin Jordan ... uuh, is my cousin Jordan.
* My cousin Kristin graduated from FSU, and works for the Center for Disease Control.
* My cousin Spencer graduated (I think) from FSU, and after a tour in Iraq, is (I think) a fireman in the Orlando area.
* My cousin Brent graduated from KSU, and works as a horticulturalist in Chicago.
* My cousin Brad graduated from KU, and works for the VA as an auditor.
* My cousin Brian ... uuh, is my cousin Brian.  And now
* My cousin Zach graduated from TAMU-CC, and will go into some veterinary field.

Diversity!

3. My "special little guy" graduates preschool!  No, really -- he even had the cap and gown and everything.  I posted the pic of the A-man in his green graduate costume with his sisters on Facebook.  That kid holds the key to my heart, let me tell you.  I love my "special little girls" ... but just between you and me?  Ayden's my favorite.  That kid is gonna change the world someday.  So proud of him.

2. My lazy as (rhymes with "buck") co-worker in Seattle got schooled on our conference call today.

I had a 3pm net meeting to go over changes to our account reconciliation process that kick in for the 2nd Quarter 2013 reconciliations.  Our Blackline person in Chicago (Sandy) is a really nice lady.  I like her.  She's like me: she'll tolerate bullsh*t for awhile, but eventually, she reaches her breaking point, and just destroys you with your own words and actions*.

(*: it's only going to keep getting worse, champ y chica.  Once I set out to destroy someone(s)?  They get destroyed.  See Christiansen, Christensen, Josh (Jesus, you would think I'd remember someone I hated that much's proper spelling); and Gaverth, Leif.)

If you know me well, or at least work with me, you know there is one co-worker of mine based in Seattle, that I thoroughly despise.  Literally the entire department knows when I get any kind of correspondence from him, because (and he usually uses our IM system to get my attention) I will immediately drop one of the following three phrases, loudly enough to be heard half a city block away:

a. Jesus f*cking Christ!  NOT TODAY!
b. God f*cking dammit!  NOT TODAY!
c. (for phone calls) oh HELL no!

Always good for a laugh from everyone, other than me.

So, the meeting starts a little after 3pm today, and Sandy starts putting up examples of how NOT to do an account reconciliation.  (I was listening on the phone; following along online to the PowerPoint slides as they go by).  And after the third "don't do this" example goes by, I notice something.

Every "don't do this!  No, really -- don't do this!" example Sandy is using in the PowerPoint, is an account this guy reconciles.

My boss sits next to me, and he didn't dial in for the meeting due to other issues (we'll get there when we get to number one).  Because we're both lazy, he SameTimes me with a "how's the meeting going, anything I'm missing that I need to know?"

And I respond with:

"Care to guess who reconciles the accounts in the first five examples Sandy's shown, of how not to reconcile an account?"

BROUGHT THE HOUSE DOWN.  My boss could not stop laughing.  I just wish Penny hadn't left already for our company's golf league match today, because (as my co-worker, good friend, and bowling league teammate) she knows how much I hate this guy, and she would have been laughing right along with us.

For the record?  Sandy put up 12 "don't do this!" examples.  11 of them, were accounts Wayne reconciles, including his "reconciliation" that currently has us scrambling to avoid failing our annual audit, because he's too f*cking stupid to see that an account with an (on average) $60,000 balance ... has ballooned to $6,800,000 in less than a year.  He attributed it to "variance / timing issues" ... and provided no support.  In reality, our system was booking everything as a debit, instead of balancing debits and credits.  Something so obvious, my boss and I figured it out within about 22 seconds of looking at the account when PwC brought it to our attention.  (spanish bumblebee voice) Aye yay yay!  No me gusta!

Then again, this is the guy who (I swear to God, this conversation happened -- Penny can verify it) actually called me back in March, and this was our conversation, as he attempted to figure out a major variance in our unapplied cash account reconciliation for February -- and keep in mind: this guy has a CPA:

(phone) ring!  ring!
(stevo) (sees caller id identification)
(stevo) oh HELL no!
(stevo) (answers phone)
(stevo) yes, Wayne.
(wayne -- in his defense, he stutters ... which just drives me even more bat sh*t crazy) Hello, St-st-steve.  How ar-ar-are you do-do-doing?
(stevo) fine.  What can I do for you.
(wayne) Well, the un-un-unapp-app-lied cash acc-account has a large var-var-variance this month.  It was mu-mu-much higher in Jan-jan-january, than in Feb-february.  I was won-won-wonder-der-ing if you knew why?
(stevo) (looks at phone in utter disgust)
(wayne) And th-th-this year, February is lo-lo-lower than last year.  Do-do-do you know why?
(stevo) (looks at phone with complete contempt)
(stevo) Wayne?
(wayne) yes?
(stevo) How many days are in February?
(wayne) 28.
(stevo) How many days are in January?
(wayne) 31.
(stevo) That's your answer.
(wayne) Wh-wh-what is?
(stevo) (literally screaming this) Jesus f*cking Christ!  Are you really this stupid?  Wayne, February has three fewer days than January to begin with!  So that's three fewer days with deposits coming in!  Four if you count the damned holiday for President's Day, five when you realize last year was a godd*mned leap year!
(wayne) oh.
(stevo) (furious voice) Anything else?
(wayne) (scared sh*tless at my rare outburst of anger) No.
(stevo) Goodbye!  (slams phone down).  Un f*cking believable!
(my boss) Let me guess -- Wayne?

Oh, and one thing I forgot -- after today's webinar conference ...

(my boss) Go figure -- they kept him.
(me) (could not stop laughing)
(my boss) (could not stop laughing)

Gallows humor folks.  Gallows humor, because ...

1. All of my accounting co-workers were "downsized", a week ago tomorrow, effective July 15th.

Yeah, this is the class, the pure, unchecked class, of "company Stevo works for" -- they waited until the EXACT DAY my co-worker fighting cancer, came back full-time, to do this.

Last Thursday started out as a great day.  The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, even my allergies (and this is a miracle) didn't flare up as soon as I got to work.  (The walk in from the parking lot, you have to pass beneath nothing but cherry blossom and bradford pear trees.  It's misery for me.)

At right around 11am, I got a phone call from my ultimate boss, from one of our conference room phones, asking if I had 10-15 minutes to come up and talk.  Here's how blindsided by this I was (to say nothing of my boss and co-worker): I didn't put two and two together, at all ... even though both times I have been "downsized" in my professional career?

That is EXACTLY how it happened -- a last second request to meet the main boss in a conference room (at Transamerica), or a last second request to drive 13 hours back from Rapid City, South Dakota, to meet the main boss at a hotel by KCI (Rubbermaid).  At least TA I knew was coming -- and I wasn't the least bit upset by it.  (And to my boss' credit at that job, she didn't try to screw me over.)

But the Rubbermaid layoff, I never saw coming.

Ditto this.

Good grief, I am stupid.

Again:

Phone call from department head, in town unexpectedly from Seattle?  Check.
Unexpected request to meet in a conference room?  Check.
Again -- phone call from department head, in unexpectedly from Seattle?
Again -- request to meet in a conference room?

In the words of Swoozie Kurtz' character in "Great Expectations": "Christ!  How could you be so stupid!"

I passed by my boss on the way to the elevators, and he had this dazed and confused look to him.  I still didn't put two and two together.  All he said to me was "I'll see you tomorrow".  I didn't see Carol (my co-worker battling cancer) with him, so my thought was "ok, Carol wasn't up to a full day, and he's taking her home or to the emergency room or something".

I head up to the conference room, and my ultimate boss (at least until July 15th) Leeann is there.  We shake hands, I sit down ... and this is what she said next:

"Steve, I had to make a very difficult decision today ..."

And at that point, I had completely panicked.  I've been in two of these "meetings" in my life, and neither ended well for me.

" ... and I decided to let (my boss, who is named Steve as well) and Carol go.  I feel the accounting department would work best, centered in Seattle.  I want you to stay on to handle the reinsurance from here ..."

I would be lying if I told you I remembered anything after that, other than I clearly didn't screw up too bad, because I still have a job a week later.

I walked out of the conference room, headed down to the first floor, and out the door, to wander the (not even remotely) dangerous sidewalks of south Overland Park for the next 90 minutes.  To anyone reading this who works in the College and Metcalf vicinity, and you saw some guy just talking out loud for 90 minutes last Thursday as he walked the various streets, alleys, and parking lots between College, Metcalf, Lamar, and 119th?

I'm not (certifiably) crazy.  (Yet.)  Just stunned.

I didn't even get lunch; I just walked around in a dazed and confused state of existence.  (Pause).  Yes, I know I go through life dazed and confused!  What the hell's your point?

I headed back up to my floor about 12:45pm, and Carol and Steve had already left for the day.  I didn't even get two seconds to sit back down, before my buddy Joe (who saw me ... dazed and confused ... walking towards my desk) headed over to find out what had happened.  (Apparently -- and I wasn't there to hear it, so I'm going on second hand reports, but apparently our various managers gathered their employees about 11:15, 11:20, to let them know what happened ... and my (soon to be ... for a third time!) boss, broke down when she delivered the news, as she's also fighting (and thank God above -- beating) cancer at this point), to let everyone know what had happened.

Also, major shout-out to Penny, for the unasked for, yet happily received, Route 44 Strawberry Limeaid she bought for me, to cope with the news of the day.  And to my co-worker Ute, who was as "what the f*ck just happened here?!?!?!" stunned as me, and has had accounting's back every step of the way the last five, six months, as we've been short-staffed and ridiculously overworked, due to factors beyond our control.

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If you'd told me seven days ago that I'd be the only person in accounting left standing?  I'd have laughed you out of the room.  I've braced for a layoff for nearly a year ... and I wouldn't have been upset by it.  My boss has four kids -- two in college -- and needs a salary.  Hell, here's how deep my connection to him is: my mom taught three of his four kids.  And here's how great, how amazing, of a boss he is: he HATED my mom, and vice versa ... and not only didn't let it affect his opinions of me -- he hired me off the street after Transamerica let me go (george harrison voice) all those years ago, knowing full well who I was.

Fair and balanced?  FOX News is not.  Fair and balanced?  My boss is.  And I am going to miss working for him tremendously.

My co-worker is not only in a fight for her life, she has a disabled husband she's caring for.  I absolutely expected, if layoffs came, to be the "sacrificial lamb" of my area of the department, and I not only wouldn't have been upset, I'd have been fine with it.

This should have been me.  In a fair, just world?  It would have been me.  Instead, the person that is the "most easily hireable", the "one with the least to lose by this"?

Is the last one left standing.

To quote my favorite swear phrase, unedited:

God.  Fucking.  Dammit!

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For all of my issues with him (and I'm guessing our friendship is permanently done-zo at this point), Dusty is absolutely right about one thing: life is bigger than your desires.  You shouldn't just be able to take whatever you want from life.  You shouldn't be allowed to f*ck over others, to get what you want.  We ALL matter.

(Which, of course, begs the obvious question: Dusty said that?!?!?!  Really?!?!?!?!)

Yeah, he did.  On multiple occasions.

And for the first time in ... hang on, carry the two ... 273 days?

He's actually right*.

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(*: that concession in no way, shape, or form, is a cease-fire in our hostilities.  You started this fight; I'm winning this war, Champ.  You're Beauregard after Fort Sumter and First Manasses at this point; I'm Grant marching down the Rappahanock to seize Richmond and Petersburg.  I may lose every battle ... but I'm winning this f*cking war.)

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To close:

I'm disgusted I work for a company, that can kick one of the finest, most selfless people I've ever met, to the curb as she's in the fight for (literally) her life.

And I'm disgusted with myself ... that I'm not disgusted, with being the last one standing.

That's my week in review.  Good luck topping it, on the misery index ...

week twelve picks

The Statisticals. Last Week SU: 8-6-0. Season to Date SU: 98-62-1. Last Week ATS: 7-7-0. Season to Date ATS: 75-80-6. Last Week Upset / ...